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[center][color=662d91]Kusari Bloodworth[/color][/center]

Walking through the campus of USARILN East Kusari was an odd sight to be sure. Walking unevenly due to her malformed leg she was writing on papers held in place by a clipboard. She'd neglected to fill out the placement tests given to her when she'd arrived here, as well as fill out a few things in a requisition form. The tests were easier than she'd thought they'd be, which was fine by her as it allowed her to think about other things as she filled them out. 

She'd just seen a man heal an entire room of people as easily as one could breathe. She'd heard stories about Benediction of course, but she'd always assumed they were exaggerated. Between his miracle working, and the sight she'd seen as she first came to this wretched place, her opinion of the Precursors had changed a bit. They were still dogs to the government in her eyes, but now they appeared to be idiot dogs. They had so much power, yet when it came down to it all they amounted to were pieces on a chess board. 

Kusari glanced at the cuff around her leg. In practice she wasn't much different from them though, was she?

She arrived at the administrative office and handed in her forms leaving the clipboard as well. She felt a bit silly handing in the requisition form, but she wanted to see just how far their resources went. She had sketched three things onto the form, they were clothes. 
The first was a [url=http://puu.sh/tiUPJ/910030290a.jpg]School Uniform.[/url] She listed the exact dimensions and color, and requested five sets of it. The second was a [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=32128065]short dress,[/url] and the third was a pair of [url=http://puu.sh/tiVqg/35ce4dcefc.jpg]pants,[/url] a set she requested two of.

One last thing was requested, a trainer. She needed someone that could teach her how to use firearms as well as close quarters combat. It was a fairly vague request, but she hardly knew what to ask for specifically.

She ignored the stares and glares as she exited the building, so what if she was covered in gore and one pull of a thread away from becoming a walking wardrobe malfunction? Honestly they should be used to this sort of thing here. Her legs started to take her towards her dorm, but then she remembered why she was in such a rush to grab her forms and leave, she really didn't want to see Sander's face right now. She had nothing nice to say to the boy that would have nearly killed her if not for her healing ability. She literally turned on her heel and began to walk to the gym.


She'd said to herself that she wouldn't take long in the shower, but it was nice and quiet here in the pool's shower room. The fancy black and white tiles and glass doors were easy on the eyes as well. She let out a sigh as she rinsed the store brand soap from her thin body. She ran her hand against her ribs, easily feeling the ridged bones. Just how long would it take for her to get back to a healthy weight? She needed to get into shape, learn how to fight so she could...

[color=662d91]"So I can what?..."[/color] She asked herself. All she knew how to do was keep moving forward, but what was the point if she was walking this road blindfolded?